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Such tragedies are common in the 

 Xorth. 



The survey party itself has paid 

 toll. Two efficient, energetic young 

 American surveyors have been cut 

 off in the prime of their life as a 

 result of hardship and injury re- 

 ceived in the line of duty. The 

 Canadians have lost one of their 

 brightest chiefs of party. A cry 

 and a dark shape hurtling through 

 a thousand feet to a glacier below 

 was the last of another of their ad- 

 venturous mountain climbers. Two 

 are in pauper asylums for the in- 

 sane. 



AMiile there is much that is grim 

 in the life of the pioneer, still there 

 is much to enjoy. 



This year, landing at Rampart 

 House, a scene of wild excitement 

 ensued among the Indians. Never 

 before had they seen so many white 

 men, never a horse, never a steam- 

 boat ; and when, without tow-line or 

 sail, the little steamer Delta nosed 

 her way up the Sunaghun Rapids, 

 spitting smoke and steam from 

 stack and pipe, their wonder was un- 

 bounded. A hundred white men — 

 it was incredible. They pressed 

 around, each one eager to be the 

 first to shake hands and say "How 

 do," all the English they knew. 



On the high bank stood the log 

 store, surrounded by the various 

 buildings of the trading-post, for 

 all the world like the posts of the 

 "Honorable Company of Gentlemen 

 Adventurers of England trading 

 into Hudson's Bay" of a hundred 

 years ago. Beneath the tall flag- 

 pole, from which waved the flag of 

 Canada, in bold relief against the 

 white-mudded buildings, stood the 

 picturesque figures of the trader 

 and his head assistant, moccasin on 

 foot and the red toque set jauntily 

 over the weather-beaten face, with 

 the high cheek bone and steady eye 

 of the North. 



The steamers Delta and Vidette 

 disgorged their cargoes of men and 

 horses. As the horses were turned 

 loose to run and roll in the flat back 

 of the Indian village, a wild scram- 

 ble ensued. Hundreds of dogs fled 



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